Maxioms by Arthur Hugh Clough
Old things need not be therefore true,
O brother men, nor yet the new;
Ah! still awhile read more
Old things need not be therefore true,
O brother men, nor yet the new;
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
What voice did on my spirit fall,
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?
'Tis better to have read more
What voice did on my spirit fall,
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?
'Tis better to have fought and lost
That never to have fought at all!
Thou shalt not covet; but tradition approves all forms of competition.
Thou shalt not covet; but tradition approves all forms of competition.
It fortifies my soul to know That though I perish, truth is so; That, wheresoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er read more
It fortifies my soul to know That though I perish, truth is so; That, wheresoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.
